The bath was full when she got home and the warped figure of her mother lounged inside it, just as bullet-ridden and hateful as she remembered. As those milk white eyes turned their baleful gaze towards her, it was like her childhood never left.
A bloated hand was raised and one blue-tinged finger beckoned her to the bath and back to the last memory she had of her mother trying to end them both with what little life she had left as the tub overflowed with diluted blood.
A bloated hand was raised and one blue-tinged finger beckoned her to the bath and back to the last memory she had of her mother trying to end them both with what little life she had left as the tub overflowed with diluted blood.
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